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hello: this is oinopa or angelica. a friend recently sent me links to threads posted within the past two months in which users were posting an image of me coupled with scrutiny regarding opaque motives and apposite process for organizing text…evident in warosu: /lit/thread/10502884. creating this post in a probably fruitless attempt to surpass the pipedream of communication between two or more parties that retains a minimum of sufficiently empathic accuracy in assessing external positions in relation to ulterior standards for outward action that materially impacts others. I want to emphasize that I solely write in a manner that is pivoted on my imperative to uphold a sense of rhizodendritic synchrony so that I will not itch and frenetically bind my mind. simultaneously I cannot isolate my public writing to a pure status of internally concentrated effect because that would contradict the projection of self that is implicated in publication. so I feel conflicted because I seek to bridge the potential pliancy of that pipedream: namely its discreet capacity to yield to cogent incidences of empathic accuracy in communication, though I cannot expect anybody to reciprocate the perceived urgency of that prospect or even hear me out. yesterday I wrote a post to expose the cerebrally rooted factors that direct my writing, which I hope is sufficient in serving as prompt for that desired form of mutually complete interaction or at least approximation for recognized infeasibility of completeness: /post/170449785872/.

thank you for reading my expression and interacting with me, whether directly or as a detached observer. I am willing to answer any questions that you may have concerning my output or selfhood. Ίδε ό υπερουσία.

>> No.10636508

ok

>> No.10636512

>My understanding of language and the systemic means by which I order information textually are inextricably bound to the sustenance of my mental health. Many approach the domain of writing as something that is arbitrary or fickle, which is antithetical to my intimacy with the subject. The way I write pendulates in severity as limitation that I cannot escape by deliberately changing my patterns. Writing is how I work coherence into daily barrages of daunting thoughts, and I know communication as an essential harbinger of dual progress and chaos. I situate the conditions I set for my writing as the skeleton that should pervade the system of my text. I have come to understand writing as a meditative practice, yet only realized through an acrobatics of self-control. Words have become composite signifiers of normative behaviors I inadvertently deem necessary to fulfill. Thinking previously oversaw the culmination of my actions, to an extent that was feverish and obsessive. If I didn’t think correctly, I would punish myself by performing vindictive rituals, typically involving an excruciating recollection of pertinent information. My obsessions have meandered to a more external form of expression, although this shift presents a multitude of effects on my self-evaluation. When I write, I precociously try to arrange concepts in a way that is conducive to the standards that I unconsciously sustain, while maximizing palatability and stylistic flourish. I am always locked in collision with these forces, mostly driven by my inalienable mental sway. My writing is consequently a sum of many factors, including a calculated thirst for catharsis from manic standards. Through due introspection, I consider particular strains of snide, uninformed interactions with my text as tampered by misunderstanding. When I ostensibly foster intimidation through my writing, I feel an conflictive pang of remorse for doing all that I know to survive. I feel that I am responsible for a hurt swelling up in those who feel threatened, because I enabled the surge of their tension. I only wish to invoke momentum through communication, and while I am successful in a bended sense, I don’t want my text to be dripping in injury.

>> No.10636550

>>10636503
>ctrl f 'I '
>35 results

Out, ye self centered cunt.

>> No.10636558

‘standards that I unconsciously sustain, while maximizing palatability’

ur fucking retarded

>> No.10636573

>>10636558
yawn

>> No.10636575

What the fucn

>> No.10636586

...wut

>> No.10636605

>>10636503
>rhizodendritic
I think Deleuze would make a good dad

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10636607

>>10636503
A word of advice:

This is a very bad idea and you should leave this place immediately. In about three posts, shenanigans will ensue.

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10636616

you're pretty

>> No.10636636

>>10636503
> ό υπερουσία
it's ω υπερουσία, you fucking pseud.

>> No.10636647

the way you emphasized the term empathy really makes me think you’ve been diagnosed several times with invalidating autism

>> No.10636648

>>10636636
ευχαριστό

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>>10636512
>>My understanding of language and the systemic means by which I order information textually are inextricably bound to the sustenance of my mental
oh hey i get it schizo pomo jumble multiplicity this structure that, all about concepts uhhhh shes the anti-oedipal, anti-claire! imagine that sublation >tfw no manic catholic schizo angel

>> No.10636683

>>10636647
>you’ve been diagnosed several times with invalidating autism
No doubt, welcome aboard kekeke

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10636684

>>10636647
no I just think that accuracy is stained by rigidly puritanical and overall fallible influence from enlightenment rationalism, and that communication can be enhanced by empathic middleground

>> No.10636689

What kind of fetishes do you have, And wish to indulge in with the right potential partner if the are optimal to your own needs?

>> No.10636703

>>10636689
sex is a diversion from productivity though its social infestation is interesting to dip yourself in!

>> No.10636713

>>10636684
you’re far away from normal humanity, that’s what i’m saying. not in a bad or good way, just a statement of fact.

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>>10636648
>ευχαριστό
it's ευχαριστώ, and you're starting to honestly infuriate me, young lady.

>> No.10636723

>>10636684
there’s nearly nothing puritanical about enlightenment nor even something particularly rigid, there’s a great array of enlightenment literate each with different styles.

>> No.10636725

>doesn't speak greek
>doesn't understand reveiling
>doesn't understand heidegger
>doesn't understand deleuze
>doesn't understand schizophrenia's moved on
>doesn't even read freud
>doesn't secure trip
your friend wanted to know somethings you don't want to know

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>>10636703
I like you, although I'm not sure why..

>> No.10636733

>>10636684
You speak of empathy yet continue to express yourself in a contradicting manner. No middle ground can be achieved when one of either party won’t concede, and the fact that you insist on writing like an autistic child on a Taiwanese Pastry and Baking Blog in lieu of your “mental integrity” or whatever is contradictory.

You come here, you lurk a very long time, you learn the jargon and tone of the people, and then you engage and participate. Unwillingness to do this is punished by mockery and snide remarks.

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10636735

is she the platonic form of ontologicool? who do to you think would win in a duel?

>> No.10636740

>>10636733
ehhhhh'no beat it loser this is fun

>> No.10636742

>>10636503
You know the rules, sugar tits.

>> No.10636743

>>10636735
onti showed her feet, so thus far onti's better. i feel kind of bad for OP now, because that bar is low

>> No.10636751

>>10636503
Nice Sailor Moon poster

>> No.10636754

>>10636733
she has just said nothing at all with a shit tone of edgy buzzwords. 2 paragraphs of gibberish for saying “i try to write what’s on my mind”

>> No.10636764

>>10636751
this but unironically

>> No.10636770

>>10636503
Bugs...

>> No.10636778

>>10636723
knowledge blueprints of being rational or aiming for ideal rationalism in approach is difficult to isolate from enlightenment stratification of analytical or epistemic method: however I was not positing that a set of paths established among early modern euro scholars is unanimously subject to puritanism…methodological gains were driven by ricochets of information in decentralized noospheric bubbles that affected output among international yet regionally cloistered scholars: as always in technologically sophisticated nexus of communication…rather than suggesting that our penchant for valuing a vague notion of rationality can be detractive or mindkilling

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10636785

>>10636503

Ok, here are the questions:
1. Are you real or are you bait?
2. If you are real, where in the UK would you like to meet me for a date next weekend?

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10636787

>>10636503
>>10636512
>>10636778
reported for underage b&

>> No.10636797

>>10636503
>/lit/thread/10502884
That distressed anime post about CarliClaire was fucking hilarious

>> No.10636799

>>10636778
>the significate is a rock in the mouth of the signifier

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10636805

Boy, this is exciting. I’m getting my prntscr button ready for that sweet, sweet karma when this thread hits the fan at some point.

>> No.10636812

>>10636512
you’re not threatening in any way yet i’d walk on eggshells around you for piety

>> No.10636816

>>10636787
disappointed that you think my disclosure and attempts of sewing broken root hairs in a quantanodal stolon system were bait. my age is eighteen.

>> No.10636820

Do you believe in God Op?

>> No.10636828

What are your thoughts on Professor Jordan Peterson?

>> No.10636833
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10636833

>>10636828
OUT
OUT
OUT

>> No.10636834

what in the fuck is going on in this thread

>> No.10636851

>>10636503

>THREAD THEME EVERYBODY


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWAVB8aX2ns

Oh oh, I had a dream last night and you were in it
Oh oh, I feel so stupid when you are around
Oh oh, I long for you I long for you I hate you
Oh oh, I think I'll put a bullet in my head

And I'm burning burning up for you
'cause all the time I'm wondering if I see you
And I'm burning burning up for you
'cause you've got that...

Oh oh, I'd cut off all my fingers just to touch you
Oh oh, you stupid bitch you mutilate my soul
Oh oh, I want to put my fingers deep inside you
Oh oh, I wonder if you're thinking of me now

It doesn't make any sense
And it doesn't adhere to the reason at all

Oh oh, I had a dream last night and you were in it
Oh oh, I feel so stupid when you are around
Oh oh, I long for you, I long for you, I hate you
Oh oh, I think I'll put a bullet in my head

Oh oh, I'd cut off all my fingers just to touch you
Oh oh, you stupid bitch you mutilate my soul
Oh oh, I want to put my fingers deep inside you
Oh oh, I wonder if you're thinking of me now

>> No.10636855

>>10636834
we’re communicating with the JJ of our generation

>> No.10636864

>>10636820
not always invested in a god proper. more driven by the idea of immanentizing short henotic states of thalesian god-saturation that are like dense arpeggios of data intake and release. I want my brain to be like a piano playing ravel's water without applied friction of a pianist

>> No.10636874

>>10636864
a synth!

>> No.10636875

>>10636864
Do you understand that this conviction is impossible to accomplish because of your refusal to simplify?

>> No.10636881
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10636881

>ywn fuck the farts out of her arse: big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from her hole

>> No.10636890

>>10636881
why even live

>> No.10636892

OP have you ever dropped acid? unironically that’d help for the god thing and others

>> No.10636899

>>10636881
Like a gash in flesh, the hollow wind bellows outward with a ease of passivity, floural aroma not unlike fresh picked cabbage molests my nostril

>> No.10636915

>>10636875
not convinced that brief internally flowing god-saturation (capable of changing states in matter adjacent to my body, yet might be channelled through a bundle of converging cyberspatial bubbles) is obstructed by my refusal to simplify…I am interested in reading your elaboration on your perception of hindrance if you are willing and able!

>> No.10636917

>>10636915
respond to this post please nora >>10636881

>> No.10636927

>>10636899
she replaced the frail ethereal atmospherical ghost with subliminal nobility, argon and xenon were inter mixing and glaciers of fecal matter started melting at the horizon of her tanga

>> No.10636937

>>10636915
it’s when you don’t flow

>> No.10636940
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>>10636855
>the JJ of our generation

Jedrzejczyk!

>> No.10636943

This is the future of prose

>> No.10636948

>>10636881
delete this pls

>> No.10636950

>>10636855
but I am the JJ of this generation

>> No.10636955

are you capable of writing with simplicity? prove yourself. describe the death of a loved one with one sentence.

>> No.10636961

>>10636915
I may, but my diction is not verbose, this is a game of eloquence. Purely for the self, and you.

Philosophy is to be internalized, and with this we struggle to comprehend what parts are also seperate.

Everything is inherently subjective and objective, and we may accurately use this in line with the idea of quantitative and qualitative.
Simplification reduces the borders between the abstract quality and already defined points.

When the border between is blurred to an extreme point, we may further expound ourselves towards self realization of what Truth actually is.

God is the highest ideals and virtues that we attach these substances of thought upon.

>> No.10636963

>>10636955
Something wrong, I hold my head, MJ gone, our nigga dead

>> No.10636969

>>10636881
>>10636917
when I first consecutively read ulysses I fantasized about cuckolding nora then eloping with gertrude stein. though I was attracted to a natural mental confluence of alpha telemachial stephen who succeeds a faltering father and civil paternal poldy driven by joyce's orchestration, rather than what I could assemble from joyce's correspondences

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>>10636955
For sale: pair of Capitalism and Schizophrenia, never read

>> No.10636978

>>10636969
have you ever considered picking up a skill and not talking like an asshole?

>> No.10636980

>>10636961
not simplification, i mean... poetry. the capability to deliver with language. simple, pure.

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10636983

>>10636969
yes
YES!

>> No.10636984

>>10636743
>onti showed her feet

when

don't play with my heart

>> No.10636988

>>10636955
My mother balanced parental labors after her husband was ragdolled against a highway shoulder.

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10636998

>>10636969

Mmh.. It's getting hot in here.

>> No.10636999

>>10636973
kekissimo

>> No.10637001

>>10636961
nooo- its not cute when you do it

>> No.10637005

>>10636980
I see poetry as simplification.
Meaning beyond words

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10637009

>>10636969

>> No.10637008

>>10636988
>husband was ragdolled against a highway shoulder.
lol sounds like a soyboy kek amiright

>> No.10637015

Post ur penis and ur feet pls

>> No.10637024

h-hi

>> No.10637026
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10637026

PLEASE BUD ME IN DE SGREENGAB

>> No.10637028

>>10637001
Maybe im a girl

>> No.10637030

>>10637028
are you a cute girl (male)

>> No.10637048

>>1063703
(Yes) No.

I am a qt

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10637051

>>10637028
yay! that makes me so happy girls are cute and pretty

>> No.10637052

hi anony-chan, i have a weird haircut and camera angle and somehwat high iq please give me attention

>> No.10637053

>>10637048
oh....

>> No.10637058

>>10637005
do you realize you’re saying very simple things with very boring writing? i think you’re genuinely under the impression your writing is impressive and envy inducing

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10637066

>>10637048

>> No.10637077

>>10637051
this picture makes me so fucking uncomfortable good god what is fucking wrong with you people jesus christ that's hideous, everything about what's being conveyed is abhorrent
>>10637058
everyone in this thread is a massive pseud autist

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10637079

>>10636503

I-is that you, major?

>> No.10637087

>>10636961
agreed concerning a legitimate capacity for correlation between dyads such as subjectivity and objectivity, and how they bind each other in addition to adjacent or subsequent subjects in cognitive exertion and communication. metaxy in that domain, effected as residue of vacillation between objects that are ordered according to their pliancy in subjection to boolean values, is essential to crescendoing towards thales. simplification and abstraction volley up to a critical mass of indistinction, then restabilize as mutually constitutive yet isolatable structures.

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10637089

>>10637077
hey!
dont talk about my angel like that!

>> No.10637100

>>10637058
But this is me to anon, and the point of the long winded post was to poke fun at the OP.
>>10636899

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10637103

>>10637087

Girl, you need to answer to a couple of shitposts with that verve of yours, otherwise you will never be a screencap supermodel. Got it?

>> No.10637109

>>10637048
post benis

>> No.10637112

>>10636984
she walks away from cam, and the toe nail colour matches her fingers. can't remember which vid, but they're there long enough to gif

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>>10637079
>>10636503
right i think she is very pretty i looove the straight bang schizo aesthetic

>> No.10637139

>>10637100
DONT THREAD THE THREAD PLS

>> No.10637142

>>10637087
Hahaha Yes!!!
And what does this imply about a God?
He has his own priority, which is the same as our idea behind Theology!

So, this implies us (the definer) has an equalitive correspondence with all defining thought, as in the theology is ordered and structured with vivified constructs that also place their own value! So the hierarchy is inherrently flawed since order in chaos is nothing but sequenced entropy.

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10637153

>>10637142

>remote possibility an autistic qt spawns on /lit/
>talks theology with her instead of making feet jokes

Shut down the internet. For it has gained has nothing.

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10637154

returning soon: I need prepare vegetables and spaghetti for dinner. I purchased special gloves to deter my susceptibility for accidentally cutting my fingers. the vacillation of abstraction and simplification (which I should have more accurately described as return to familiar form which possesses material complements) is similar to Varèse's spatialized projection of amassed sound towards an audience, which ebbs and rises in a manner that is learned by the audience and thereby expected, yet subject to sporadic manifestation that is off-centered from that basis of expectation

>> No.10637162

>>10637154
>I purchased special gloves to deter my susceptibility for accidentally cutting my fingers
CUTE!

>> No.10637163

oh hi there said the man to the boy and walked down the street with the feelings of his thumbs going against his teeth cause he was sucking on them openly in the street in the summer time with that rusty old car of his next to him, walking alongside him like a loyal dog and then he got into the car and stood in front of the hotel where a blond girl named robi left and she got into the car and the man said: Don't mind my manners, i'm a fast driver. I'm going fast." he said and did a wheelie in a circle and then went very fast down the highway until he reached the desert. In the desert there was much sand and skulls of the animals framing the world and the scorpions biting the snakes and the snakes biting the buffalos but the buffalos survive and run across the desert with no intention with no goal, just driving around like us, just driving around, says the guy to the girl who laughs and screams with excitement into the deadness of the desert. Yeah just driving around says the guy and lights his cigarette to appear cool to himself and looks at her if she approves of the constellation and nods because she does, visibly, as she dances to unhearable music. Girl, we're together forever he says as the night falls upon earth and the light of the car is a beacon of reason in the grave of snakes and buffalos and of the manyfold quantities of the sand. "Where you from" asks the girl as the man drives. "We're just circling around my dear girl. Are you afraid or why are you opening up your mouth just now? Are you afraid of death?" he says and laughs very loudly and she also laughs and says: No i'm not afraid of death. The earth does not provide me what i need to find happiness, she says. Damn though the guy. "Yeah you think so?" he asks her. Yeah i think so, she thinks and nods to him. "Yeah i think so" she says to him after some time. "Huh. yeah i see. I dig that i guess. I'm from Europe. I'm from the country with the Nazis." "Which one's that?" she asks innocently. Huh, he thinks. Yeah, he digs it. "Yeah girl nevermind, i'm from the other side of the ocean, little girl. Hey, i think I#ve seen you somewhere before. I didn't tell you that. It's why i knew you would come out of that large building with the well-constructed and beautiful window frames, where people would look out of the windows and be there, saying palaver and watching the snow curtaining the world in widow whites. That's how i picked you up." "Cool" says the girl. "You didn't care about me picking you up, and when i went really fast you were really happy. You didn't complain or scream in fear." hmm, he makes. "That's pretty brave of you, your pretty life affirming but you say that earth offers you nothing. You've been really cheerful all day long." "Yeah, it's because of me knowing, not thinking but knowing, somehow, that this earth does not provide me the needs for my happiness that i feel truly safe and cheerful, takes a lot of pressure away, do you know that?" she says longly and looks at h

>> No.10637170

this thread has been moved to >>R9k1

>> No.10637185

>>10636503
how old are you young lad

>> No.10637186

>>10636503
I didn't read your post but you look cute and I think we would have smart children

>> No.10637194

>>10637154
translated:

>returning soon: I need to prepare vegetables and spaghetti for dinner. I purchased special gloves because I cut my fingers a lot. The choice between ideas and reality, which I should have described as physical and material, is like acoustics, which crescendos in a way that is inherently expected by the audience, but might change based on their perception

>> No.10637198

>>10637153
But this is also me anon
>>10637015

>> No.10637203

>>10637154

I must go now, so good night. Can't wait to read how things went on tomorro morning.

>> No.10637206

>>10636503
The young little calf this calf he went down the road, the fine young calf rode only to be accosted by the gatekeeper. The big man with the hat he accosted the fine young calf with a tip of his gate and he said
"Eh lad, where are ya goin down by the pool, aye the poole"
Nevermind the pool, replied the fine young calf, where may I find the lady who I have often seen resting upon these little rocks
"no rocks past my gate" is what he said and lowered the gate down down down till the tip hit the dust
aye and to you too! and the calf doubled back up the road.
but the calf did not think of rocks or gatekeepers or pools for that matter, the young calf only thought about the lady who rested upon the rocks by the poole past the gate
aye the gate
just then, right then, a fine young lady rode down the avenue in the finest smock the calf had ever seen. aye a smock aye the finest he had ever seen
who is this, she thought
who is this the finest young calf I have ever seen the calf thought the lady thought, aye the calf
“Nae” said the lady in the smock
nae what replied the fine young calf thought the fine young lady thought the fine young calf
And neither said a word as the lady, aye the lady, and this time is true the lady, rode past the road down the road to the gatekeeper. The fine young calf replied to himself, aye himself, this is the lady, the lady I have seen upon the rocks past the gate by the pool
what pool, nae the poole who built this land, aye the poole, aye the poole, or perhaps poole’s pool which was a bay, aye a bay, where fine lady’s smocks rested on the rocks by the fine young ladies by the rocks by the pool of the poole aye the poole
The fine young calf rode up to the gatekeeper once more
“lad” he said, “I think, aye think, aye told you once, aye did I, I did, not to come back down this rode, see here”
nae, said the calf, ye told me brotter, aye he’s the one, aye, ye did, while I was picking flowers by the mulberry rode
“that rode aye, I did did I, aye,” the gatekeeper said and tipped his gate once more, but the fine young calf was on to his tricks and rode himself down under the gate and the gatekeeper screamed and cursed, aye cursed and screamed but could not leave his post as he did his job for free.

>> No.10637215

>>10637206
The fine young calf walked down the road strolled and rode hoping to fine young lady find, aye find fine ladies aye on the rocks by the poole aye, but he could not catch a glimpse until he found the sign, aye the sign, the sign that signed he was not allowed past the gate, aye the gate, and he asked the sign aye the sign,
why sign, he asked, aye, why can’t I enjoy the rocks aye or the pool aye the poole, why must I ride the road past the gatekeeper and pick flowers along the mulberry rode, am I aye I not permitted to view the fine young ladies who rest upon the rocks aye the rocks, am I not a fine young calf myself, do the fine young calves not get to be with the fine young ladies, aye the ladies, aye the calves aye fine and young we go to gether aye
The sign did not reply. And just then, right then, aye, the same fine young lady, in a different collared smock rode past the road and past the sign
aye lady, called the calf, aye please tell this sign I belong on the rocks, but she did not reply.
The Sign did not reply. The fine young calf began to cry:


WHY?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO WITH THESE JEZEBELS? My one single wish is to be left to my own asexual devices, free from the thorned grip of perverse tempation, unclouded or swayed in my noble search for intellectual playthings of the mind, yet by your hand I am endlessly titillated by these vixens with their prodigious hips and provocative figures. Can I never satiate this thirst, will I ever know the touch of a woman and enter between her loins? Will these hands ever feel a woman's swaying weight in their open palms? Will I ever know a plump, ruby pair of lips perched betwixt my shoulder and my ear, whispering "I want you, I want you now" in that chocolatey croon I know so well from dreamtime? Will my seed ever drip from her moistened hole, indicating the completed unity of our unhinged sexual impulses?

Life is a constant hell. Day in and out the tired red eyes glaze in some attempt to shield me from these images. I am floating in the blistering heat of my id's vacuum, castrated and blinded by my wretched libido. No wonder I resent women so.


The SIGN did not reply. the fine young calf aye the calf lied aye lied.

>> No.10637227

>>10636647
> diagnosed several times with invalidating autism
That just makes her cuter. It's a psychological effect. Aspie girls are part of my tribe, which reduces social anxiety and makes me want them more. I'm sure some of you peeps know this feel.

>> No.10637230

>>10637154
I will wait for your return young lass, this lad will have to wait to finish his balming of thirst, but I'll have a glass of filty, a strong mead to help me wait for you across my cyber glass.

>> No.10637268

Dadday tell mmeee about the world, says the little girl. Ddaaaday daaaaaaadayyyyy will you tell me more about the world? says the little girl. "Palaver" says father, and stares sternly into stars. "Palaver Palaver." he repeats to the sky. "Hear the drums" he instructs the little girl, he instructs her. Where we come from, little girl, where we come from the drums do beat at night. He is telling her about the world. Now there is quietness with the stern stare staring to stars in starless night. "I know they are there." he thinks and waits patiently. "They will come again." he thinks but does not say it out loud for the girls sake. Daadaadayydyyd daaaaaddayyyy it is just like you said, shouts the girl I can heear the druummmss daaadaayyiii the druuuummssa theyeeeyy speaaaeekkeee may language daaddyaaayy. she shouts while sitting in the grass. "All men speak the language of drums. We all originate from the same place, little girl." There was tiredness in his voice.Weehere is that daayydddd?! urgency was fluttering like the wings of the butterfly in the warm summer breeze, soft urgency that is. Stare into the patterns on the fluttering butterflywings and grow hypnotized right there and then. "Palaver" says dad. "Where i come from, is a long way from hear. It lies across an ocean." he says and the little girl runs off. She runs far away into the land where the living outnumber the dead. Dad sits there and waits for the stars but sometimes you just can't keep on waiting foreverial and he gets up from his chair slowly making ahhhh with backcreaking noises and the echoes of the little girl reaching his heart. Echoes from far far away. Far far away as the dad walks like zombie back into the house of his, back into the room protected from thunder and rains. His legs as thick as tree trunks. His moustache looks splendid. He was a man of women. He was a man who would plunge with his penis deep into womans holes. But that was long ago. This state of being was finished, it had been cast of from the presence. He was now a shadw of grey in the colourful display of melancholy. There were lots of greens and yellows in melancholy. Purple is not a colour of melancholy, rather green and gray is the colour of melancholy. A fresh patch of green grass under the yellow sunnn at 35 degrees celsius that's melancholy, that's sun and life in union. And when you walk down the path from the patch of grass you will fall into the ocean and hear the drums then. The drums are not only for you, says the child, and tells you to be attentive and careful of others. There is a little eye embedded in the childs head through which you are being watched which makes the man think and he responds to the child: Power is operating through your senses, your nothing but a husk. "It's you're not your" says the child and the eye on it's head watches him carefully. You thought the world was light and good. You thought of happiness and cheer. But the world is a deep deep gray and sinister fog. Eyes

>> No.10637271

>>10637215
fucking keke you got me

>> No.10637282

>>10636503
Holy, more tempatation than a succubuses presentation
I see you
I need you
Holy, be my temptress, put me down on my knees
I want to please
You
I want you seize
You
Holy feet, I grovel at ye, my succulent mistress

>> No.10637287

>>10636973
I recently recorded a few hours of me narrating treatise on nomadology, the smooth and the striated, the geology of morals, and year zero: faciality…unsure if I will ever share them in their full forms, because I intended to modulate the recordings as flourishes for concrete tone poems

>> No.10637292

>>10636988
>My mother's husband
don't you mean your father

>> No.10637295
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>>10636969
>6969
nice.

>> No.10637307

>>10637206
>>10637215
based jezebel poster

>> No.10637324

>>10636503
are you gerby from that one cum town episode

>> No.10637326

>>10637287
Why do you lavish forth in fortuitous manner about your own idealogies and behavior?
What expels your expoundation in ventures?

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>>10637287
heh- you're silly!

>> No.10637343

calculators everyhwere. Administrations. There once was a man and his world. No longer. No longer a man and his world. No longer a man and his words. No longer man of their words. Calculators everywhere. Administrations.

S Y S T E M A D M I N I S T R A T O R

The invisible hero. He administrates. He calculates. In the shadows he administrates. In the shadows he calculates. He is invisible but he is also a hero. He's a S Y S T E M A D M I N I S T R A T O R. He administrates the S Y S T E M. He's an invisible hero and there are calculators everyhwere. Administrations. There once were Calculators Everyhwere And Administrations. There are Calculators Everywhere. The S Y S T E M is administrated. You don't need teeth to laugh. You don't need Air to laugh. Don't be so cellcentered. He's a S Y S T E M A D M I N I S T R A T O R. He's an invisible hero. He calculates. He Administrates. He doesn't need Air to laugh and he doesn't need teeth to laugh. His laugh is like the screech of the trains, echoing from beneath the world. Who told you that you need teeth to laugh? He's a hero and he administrates, he doesn't need teeth to laugh. So cellcentered. Don't be so cellcentered. He's an invisible hero. He calculates. He Administrates. His laugh is like the screech of the trains, echoing from beneath the world. He lives inside a crevice by the way. He's invisible but he's also a hero. He laughs inside a crevice. He administers systems from inside the crevice where he resides by the way. When his family returns there is silence in the crevice. The crevice is a place of silence when the family returns. You can no longer hear the screaches of trains. But there is a whisper inside the pipes. It's a quiet whisper, you wouldn't notice it.

S Y S T E M A D M I N I S T R A T O R

The invisible heroine. She administrates. She Calculates. In The Shadows She Administrates. In The Shadows She Calculates. You Wouldn't Notice It. She Lives inside A Crevice. She Administrates. She Calculates. When She Speaks The Insects Grow Quiet. It Is A Gesture Of Respect. Insects Do Buzzing Noises. Her Laughter Is Like The Roar Of The Deep Ocean. To Think She Is Motherly Would Be A Mistake. Her Eyes Are Magma. Think Of Her Past To Understand Her. Now She Lives In The Shadows. But It Was Not Always The Case. Do Not Think Of Her As Your Mother. Thinking That Would Be A Mistake. She Lives Inside A Crevice. Her Tears Are Electro Shocks. Do You Enjoy Being Punished By Her By Any Chance? When She Speaks The Insects Grow Quiet. She Administrates. You Can Not See Her. The Invisible Heroine. It Was Not Always The Case. Obeying Her Would Be A Mistake. She Lives Inside A Crevice. She Eats Like A Wild Beast.


Calculators Everyhwere. Administrations. There is A Human Something Flowing In A General Nutrient Solution. A Nutrient Solution Feeding and Feeding A Human Something. Feeding and Feeding The Human Something. Something remains Something. But it's Never The Same. Administrations.

>> No.10637385
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>>10637287
I must know why you write like this.
is it just the only way to convey your thoughts in writing or do you talk this way also?
is english your first language?
I don't mean that in a bad way, its just that the way you write is unusual and I'm curious..

>> No.10637392

>>10637327
serious question is this a style of posting, a specific poster (You) or are you trying to make her unnerved and nonplussed? its quite interesting

>> No.10637408

He was afraid of the curtains but there were no curtains. But he saw the curtains. he saw the curtains flowing in the wind in his room but the windows were closed. ok then time to leave the house he says to himself and slowly gets out of bed. His body contains a whole lot of meat. And inside the meat there is things like brain and bloods and veins through which the blood runs and organs. There is no time to think of this. he musters his room. "There is nothing inside my room except for my bed and me. There are no curtains here. I better get out of here. There are rumors that i've heard. Subject of the rumors were the necesities for survival of my organism. I believe the rumors to be true. That means i need to get out of my bed and outside of my house and get some food." Food he thought and saw the nonexisting curtains flowing in the wind. "It's dangerous to see things which aren't there. I am seeing things which are not there." He moves to the window and waits for the curtains but they do not appear. "There are no curtains here and i haven't seen them anymore." "There is nothing here but me and my bed." He Sits down on a chair and musters his room. "Where are clothes." He thinks deeply. Then he remembers and tips his forehead with his fingers. "ha. How did i not remember this?" He saw the curtains again. He froze from fear. "The curtains are not there even if i see them. They are not there." He closed his eyes. "Yes, my clothes." he remembered. "I remember that i remembered were my clothes were." But again the curtains moved. "I am afraid." he admits now. "Why do the curtains appear when they are not there?" He closes his eyes. "My clothes are in the bath room. I have put them there so that i could put them on immediately after finishing with taking my shower." he said, ignoring as much as possible the curtains flowing in the wind despite the windows being closed and there not being any curtains. He stood up and walked outside of the room. As he left the room he faced the bath room but then he turned around to watch his room. The Curtains were there now. He closed the door of the room and turned towards the bath room. He opened the door of the bath room and walked. He stood between floor and bath room. He stood where the door had been only seconds before and watchd the bath room. "There are my clothes." he said and pointed at them. He walked towards them and looked at them. They were folded neatly. "This is everything i need to leave the house. When i will leave the house i will guy into a grocery store and buy myself food to feed my body with nutrients." "But before i can do this i must take a shower and clean my body. Only then can i wear my clothes." he looked at the door. "I will close the door now. Otherwise people will see me taking a shower naked." He sat down on the toilet seat which was next to the pile of neatly folded clothing. "Do i care about being seen naked?" he asked himself. he thought deeply. It was not an easy question to answe

>> No.10637418

Leave this thread guys this is nasty writting and this is imagery code, it'll seep into your minds.

>> No.10637419

>>10637418
Dispair code warning

>> No.10637438

>>10637392
she needs to stop being obscurantist and start writing clearly or nobody will take her seriously no matter how good her ideas are.

>> No.10637441

>>10637418
What do you mean with nasty writing and more importantly with imagery code?

>> No.10637445

>>10637438
Stop being a philistine, stop being so jealous.

>> No.10637449

>>10637441
These two posts specifically. It's mental manipulation to change vibrational intentions in emotional fluidity.
>>10637408
>>10637343

>> No.10637455

>>10637449
> change vibrational intentions in emotional fluidity.
what?

>> No.10637456

>>10637449
Nobody on /lit/ reads posts longer than two lines

>> No.10637460

>>10637326
unconscious urge to provide context on ventures and humanize my projected self. linked reply was also a reflexive transcription of mental images that popped while reading

>> No.10637464

>>10637460
can i platonically cum on you

>> No.10637466

>>10637460
that's no reason not to post feet

>> No.10637470

>>10637438
I can understand her aptly, my thought do hinder me, my will not to concede to flourous diction.

>> No.10637481

>>10637455
Sorry I'm copying OPs mindset atm so I can communicate with her more vividly.

Those posts apply negative subliminal impacts that affect your emotions, by decreasing your will upon doubt.

>> No.10637493

schizo/autist manic pixie dream angel here (male), is your writing an affectation or does it come naturally? i used to talk like you before medicine... i thought with my soul in images and spoke through my heart-mouth... how do you survive as a creature too pure for this earth?

>> No.10637494

>>10637445
There's no way that what she or even Deleuze himself is saying is so complex that it can't be written using normal language. This kind of dialectic is just masturbation.

>> No.10637496

>>10637460
Ah I see, you think like me. Quite a sight when you use the polarisation of intriguing denomination, how often do you engage is such frivolous co authoring insight?
May we dance the blues and give our hues over to our muse?

>> No.10637505
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>>10637392
no thats just how i am desu and i try to hide it from people especially the ones who think they like me ill make a weird little comment like that all the time by accident it slips out like felix the cat meandering thats the image but with an anonymous medium like this theres no barrier of identity you all cant think anything of me im just a post loosely attatched to an ephemeral poster if i say something weird and people dont like me well im not anybody im just a couple of extant posts sweet seperation hey those arent me i just created them and attatch a nice little picture like a bow then walk away after a while
just know im serious ill post like this all the time about personal stuff even on this board it feels like i cut something out into an object and push it into the aether and i dont worry about it as much

>> No.10637506

>>10637077
I agree, usually I'm into crazy girls but the one in that pic looks so deranged that my brain realizes she probably wouldn't be fertile. Aspie chicks >>> schizos

>> No.10637510

>purple prose
>pretending to speak Greek when she clearly can't
is she trying to ask to get literally assraped by faggots, anons, or does she not see the irony?

>> No.10637512

>>10637493
Not the femanon (obviously), but I can distinctly give you the time of seeing my own prophecy (as you be) I continued until I came upon the realization of God's activation when I use my proper sensation.

>> No.10637513

>>10636550
platonist spotted

>> No.10637520

>>10637505
Ill be your friend anon, Im gonna build my empire one day and I need people like you.

>> No.10637523

>>10637385
I already described my writing process at length:

>I must highlight the centrality of syncretic lexiplacy and reconciling prosodic assonance and consonance as factors that shape my writing. I frequently refrain from using conjunctions or apostrophes because they provoke self-disciplining and rigid obsessive-compulsive behaviors that inundate my affective stability.

english is my first language: my spoken self is similar to my written self yet less structurally cogent…hormonal dithering via tiredness or induced stimulation latently directs how I transcribe synaptic confluence in speech

>> No.10637525
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10637525

To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand oinopa. Her nuance is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of literary theory and criticism most of her comments will go over a typical person's head. There's also oinopa's metaxic outlook, which is deftly woven into her characterisation – her personal philosophy draws heavily from Presocratic oral tradition, for instance. The fans understand this stuff: they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these comments, to realise that they're not just topical – they say something deep about life. As a consequence people who dislike oinopa truly are idiots – of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in oinopa's existential catchphrase "ἐπὶ οἴνοπα πόντον", which itself is a cryptic reference to Homer's Greek epic The Odyssey. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as oinopa's massive vocabulary unfolds itself on their computer screens. What fools…how I pity them.

>> No.10637526

>>10637512
This entire post is a joke on my own masturbational type of Ego that I hold.
(I did it again)

>> No.10637537

>>10637525
>whiteknighting allows me to rewrite history
make parthia bigger while you're at it

>> No.10637542

>>10637526
I miss reve

>> No.10637547

>>10637523
Yes, this is called higher self utilization, also called thought fornication, the canvas is but the art of picking our pluralization and painting the image we want, with this canvas as a magnet, it soars and is devoured by realization.

>> No.10637550

>>10637542
yeah she got full butt nekkid when she went manic

>> No.10637553

>>10637537
Go fuxkyourself Parthia sucks, fuck them and fuck you

>> No.10637556

>>10637542
What do you mean by that? Do you approve of my cross internet communication?

>> No.10637557

>>10637553
>t. got called a faggot for wearing their perfume
MAKE PARTHIA BIGGER YOU FAG

>> No.10637563

>>10637556
he means the less purple, poetry writing, grace, who sent us nudes

>> No.10637572

This is what your brain on nominalism looks like.

>> No.10637573

>>10637523
where are you from?
also what are your hobbies/what do you do for fun?
(If you don't mind me asking)

>> No.10637574

>>10637550
So did I. Lulz. I wish our plans worked out. I tried to get her to visit me. Idk what she's up to... still read her poems from time to time tho...
>>10637556
I mean the superior schizoautist waifu...

>> No.10637579

>>10637563
Strangely, even though Reve's Greek and French were shit and wrong, she got more of them right just by using less than OP.

>> No.10637583

>>10637563
Ah, so he enroaches onto incivility upon me? But I dare, say, I deserve a glare, Sure I may tempt an agile agree.

>>10637048

>> No.10637585

"Look at the boy sitting in the corner. Do you see how loneli he is?" The boy sat in the corner right then and there. His eyes closed. "No Tears on His Face. Does he even want to Change his Life?" The boy sits in the corner quietly. He does not disturb anyone. Observing him is a result of pure chance and not guided by some further interest. Your eyes fell upon his loneli existance through mere chance. An unlikely event so to say for many things do attract your attention but not this boy. "He's a gap. A visible gap." The Boy feels this gap inside him. He's Not Yet Aware that he himself is the gap. "If he was aware of who he was he would dig his own grave. It's not about doing anyone favours. It's only a matter of being returned to yourself. He needs to return to himself." Longish blonde hair hanging down the boys head. Greasy it is. There is the hint of facial hear above his lips. He's not very old. He's still young. "He's a baby still but that doesn't change anything. He's ripe for his grave." Bleak thoughts inside the boys head. He sees things he does not wish to see. He hears things which pierce his heart. Groans of suffering reaching deep into his heart, piercing it, making it bleed terribly. There are no bandages for a bleeding heart. That is known. But why him? Had he done anything to deserve this? He tried to remember. "He thinks he's ripe for living. That's why he suffers so much." No, he couldn't remember anything. No, no. He hadn't... atleast not knowingly. And then a shattering scream exploded inside him. Terror. Terror. Fear. What a scream it had been. And the noise growing ever louder. The groans. The feasting of machines. Surrounding him, cornering him. I haven't done anything wrong thinks the boy. His lids pressed heavily to hide his eyes from the light. "I think he could find friends if he acknowledged and accepted who he is. Just be yourself. Just do it. If he would take this phrases seriously he would solve all of his problems. And so the young boy did. yes Yes. The loneli boi got up from the corner and opened his eyes slowly. When they were open he registered that the sun light was shining throughout the windows into the room, instilling light on all forms, gifting them a magnificient appearance. Even the specks of dust floating chaotically through the room in utter idiocy appeared now majestic. "That is only the first step. You have achieved nothing yet." The young boy walked outside of the school. he walked and walked. He knew that there was no need to drink or to eat now. There was the sun and his body got heated. He reached the forest after 60 minutes and rested beneath the shadows of the glorious pines. he dared to close his eyes for the first time. he quickly reopened them. I am thankful for the sun, he said. Then he heard the birds singing. The birds do not pierce my heart. They are singing and it does not pierce my heart. The birds are singing. Singing. Their singing heals my heart. The Sun and the Birds. And the Trees.

>> No.10637588

>>10637510
pity! the purpose of templexity is to thrust you backwards forwards into a period where you would be stoned for refusing to prepare a hecatomb on a vantablack alter at the ναός του οινοπα μεταβλητός

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>>10637506
DONT TALK ABOUT MY WAIFU LIKE THAT
AND THAT-oops no caps hah-
and that is a threat!

>> No.10637590

>>10637583
Civility to you would imply you're part of the legitimate citizenry. I'm sure he would do no such thing, don't worry.

>> No.10637598

>>10637588
>i'm not wrong, i'm just being fun
you need to show us your tits or feet for that to work on the internet, retard. without the accompanying pics, you just sound like the standard UNDERGROUND MAN IS ME WAT DO male underage banned.

>> No.10637607

>>10637588
>Land and Greek references
i love you

>> No.10637617

>>10637607
she doesn't know how cases work in Greek
>Land
n/m I see you're not into that

>> No.10637634

>>10637588
Haha but Oinopa! You must stay in the unbetween and learn to sophosticate and be little the nerd in me, I learn from my turds, like a primate, which your intelligence internalizes upon my voracious canvas under the shadow the tip of my sephirothic tree.

>> No.10637651

>>10637588
>the future will like me
I'm sure a lot of blue haired people like you already.

>> No.10637654

>>10637590
Am I but considered your stranger in this boisterous den?
But here I dine interwined with your culture and wine dancing upon your wordy grape vine, eating salad with fresh words and wives dressing for marriage is tastey to me

I sit and contemplate why and not mine, like a formal lobotomy l

>> No.10637658

How does one gets so fucking retarded as this? Reading post-structuralism and meme land is a given, but still doesn't seems to be enough.

>> No.10637663

I sit and contemplate why and not mine, like a formal lobotomy,

I repeat, like a joke of commentary, metaphysical properties of the dimensional sea, this was a joke of irony, for you the reader and me, the believer.

>> No.10637678

>>10637658
Do incite my almonds Sir Wise, and come expell your extended knowledge!
For thou, Art and me, explain your thought destiny!

>> No.10637688
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>>10637598
everything I have ever said denies arbitrary imposition of truth value. lewd images are wiped from organic and ersatz processing units at the precise moment of their identification.

>> No.10637689

>>10637654
you're porne, not hetaira, you need some skill in language for the second.

>> No.10637699

>>10637688
>wah i'm not underage why don't my tits work without showing them on the internet
that would be because you're retarded

>> No.10637727

>>10637699
doing as such would breach my value system. the normalcy of making your meat vulnerable on imageboards as method of affirming authenticity is pathetic. none of us should be authentic.

>> No.10637786

>>10637689
How sensationalismist of you, dare you mean as I already know my diction is not zipped to the eliquate ideal, nor does my speel really real with heavy meaning.

>> No.10637789

>>10637689
Alas, but I must inquire? What do you mean?

>> No.10637814

>>10637727
Hmm, Im authentic and my personality will synthetically glue and get stuck into you

I am well defind and a timing mime watching thoughts and thots dancing the tune of extraterrestrial activities diguised as transensational thought harmonies

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>>10637727
why are you doing this on a saturday night
you're good looking, do something else with your life
leave us to die alone in peace

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>>10636503
>>10637727
hey oinopa or angelica i think youre really silly but fun and cute do you have a blog or something im reading heidegger and deleuze i like them so much more than all the other ones even hegel who reinterpreted prior philosophy in a new way but not like deleuzes work on leibniz and kant the interminging literary/poetic device and philosophy to create something special even if they dont all stick well most of them dont honestly but i like how youre trying thats endearing and oh so unique it makes me happy

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>>10637573
tired format for the prompt: my interests include silent sustained reading, writing verse and essays, composing music, drafting graphic scores, fumbling with synthesizers and other hardware, scripting, attending performances, visiting museums that specialize print media, operatic singing, poetry recitation, building a cohesive old school elegant gothic lolita wardrobe

>> No.10637849

>>10637829
Hey pal Im cuter than her and Im an esteemed male (which says something)

>> No.10637861

>>10636503
>using obscure words to obscure my meaning
>lol look how smart I am

>> No.10637865

>>10637727
it's not about affirming authenticity, it's that you won't get treated like you have boobs unless you show them. without you showing your tits, we're obligated to grade you as a male, and as a male you're shit. you fuck up greek, you can't write for beans, and your attitude is one of a trustfund baby manlet who can't get hookers to call him back. believe me, you want the social buffer your tits provide you in real life, because in real life nobody's probably told you you're subpar for human intellect. that doesn't matter for girls, because their tits show they'll still be able to bake a baby for someone smart. that's your best chance at touching the intelligentsia, and it starts with posting your tits on 4chan

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10637867

>>10636503
Hi! Few things to start off with =] 1. Yes I posted your photo because you're a female reader, 'tis an awesome thing to see! 2. I'm Brian. 3. Don't be intimidated, but I'm not a stereotypical guy. If anything, I'll be the one in the kitchen =D.

>> No.10637866

>>10637846
Man, you sound like the perfect Girl, Im not a homo or anything.(Im a sapian thank you)
Bananas, I eat them please honey monkey, do you to?
Here I am dancing like an ape, whose only wonders to escape
Thinking about being with you
I bow down to the true view, as destiny moves into view

>> No.10637870

>>10637849
post bussy

>> No.10637874

>>10637786
>talking while whoring
you're going to be a sad panda when you realize your market value
>>10637789
it means she's a whore just for fucking and not a conversationalist and social dancer. on the upside, it means she's cheap.

>> No.10637887

>>10637849
heh me to i like messing up my bangs wearing little collared shirts and sweaters it makes me feel different and thats odd but i like it

>> No.10637888

>>10637874
>not a conversationalist and social dancer.
WHY MUST YOU REMIND US WE LOST CARLI. We'd only consider this girl because we're clearly on the rebound, and there you go bringing up the wound that makes us fuck dumb whores with no taste.

>> No.10637895

>>10637861
sincerely sorry that my text led you to believe that I perceive myself as smart…I am only nihil folding and compressing to a critical mass of brief henosis then rupture!

>> No.10637896

>basic white bitch thinks language means whatever she thinks at the time
How is this /lit/?

>> No.10637897

>>10637896
The finnecies of poetry wed music. In the buginning is the woid, in the muddle is the sounddance and thereinofter you're in the unbewised again, vund vulsyvolsy. You talker dunsker's brogue men we our souls speech obstruct hostery. Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear anartful of outer nocense!

>> No.10637901

>>10637897
that's joyce, not the basic white bitch OP

>> No.10637910

>>10637896
>>10637897
>basic white bitch thinks Joyce wasn't referencing anything so she doesn't need to know better
Not seeing how this is /lit/ yet

>> No.10637921

awhhh no (you) that makes me a little sad

>> No.10637928

>>10637846
what kind of music do you write/compose

>> No.10637932

>>10637870
No Im only Bi and am to afraid for images to be saved it my anti-cleopatra curse, I riddle about a curse...


>>10637887
I dont dress like that that I dress grungey mixed with my own style. (A merge of 1920s, 1940s, 1990s, and on the more imperalistic look) slightly clean cut, but only with my boots, and shoes, converse.

I am blonde, and healthy, skinny but muscular.

I think Im still cuter than you.

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>>10637910
its fun desu shes and i like her a lot more than the petersonposers who dont even know what french post structuralism is but hate it because their internet dad told them to but then love nietzsche despite them being so linked and then think cultural marxism and post modernism are the same thing i mean how many times have we gone over it theyre incessant

>> No.10637941

>>10637897
Copy and pasthe and frosting laced wild mockery, this is but a shilly atrocity, hosh bosh slippery bathe she slips and falls and goes splash crassshhh and with a thrash

>> No.10637943

>>10637563
Grace was at least genuinely mad. Our internet gfs have been getting really normie-weird of late. Have we run out of real weird grills?

>> No.10637945

>>10637934
>petersonposters
she's exactly like them. same ignorance only with the potential for sticking it in her pooper consensually.

>> No.10637954

>>10637934
No one actually takes peterson that seriously thats he is a silly theorist the only history will speak to, of a mild man in mild america (canada is in america), who think he knows a thing or two, but be best basing bastardization of barely bemusement.

>> No.10637956

>>10637934
>its fun desu shes and i like her a lot more than the petersonposers
>>>/tv/
I'd like to talk about books rather than talk with pseuds who pretend they've read postmodernism. Don't care if they're Peterson pseuds or this one; it's just different textures of the same shit tbph.

>> No.10637958

>>10637842
thank you for expressing of interest in interacting with me detached from this constrained space…I can add you on discord if you send me a message on tumblr or twitter including your code!

>> No.10637964
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10637964

I record the vital-icon(plus)our chromosome form escape of the suck=blood chromosome::the horizon of the body fluid=murder like the dog that was done to nude gene=TV/spasm//I am disillusioned with the volume inoculation of hydromachine::the circuit without the end of masses of flesh::I disappear with the body of the machine nature of ToK::I suck the porno nerve gas of boy-roid//The soul/gram of self crushes to the quantum tragedy of NDRO//Output=criminal of the internal-organ-system It quantifies(plus plus)maso=traffic::of ToKAGE that crowds in the Cadaver City-city//Soul/gram of which liquefied internal body fluid(plus plus)of self that caused digital-vamp the rape function::the beast that proliferates is imprisoned to the hologram of a dog and reverb//Malice of crucified memory/

>> No.10637965

>>10637945
dont lewd her pls i think shes fun and has enough mental divergence and interest to kind of fit in i mean onto had the interest but couldnt handle the bantz

>> No.10637971
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10637971

I feed it drugs of masses of flesh and external fear=cell: the techno-junkie device that controls//The internal organ consciousness of self was downloaded::the mimic of cadaver-feti that the logic circuit of self rapes::the hologram of memory lack to the head of amoeba DNA-channel in the virgin form::cut cable of the city that caused it excretes the nightmare of android nature//

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10637974

>>10637958
yay!

>> No.10637976

>>10636714
I can just see her seeing this post and furiously reopening Duolingo to "re-learn" the entire language LOL

>> No.10637977

>>10637943
>Have we run out of real weird grills?
they medicated reve afaik... so yeah, we're stuck with the grills who try to be kooky because they're ashamed of their boobs

>> No.10637978

>>10637958
You can just add me if ya like; Discord is:
tooopy

>> No.10637983

>>10636729
You're very lonely.

>> No.10637988

>>10636503
You look like you have autism and don’t shower. And you type like a pseud. You’re not Heiddeger.

>> No.10637989

>>10637956
yeah well you are right but i think you have to make special exceptions for special souls shes young to and off to an interesting trajectory there needs to be more polish but hey you know

>> No.10637991

In certain histories of the romantic tale, ritual dictates a trembling of the hands. Dowagers swallowed rings, silver and otherwise, on such occasions—though I have this point on poor authority. They would trace the initials and burn the pages. Sometimes they hung them on hooks. Yes—oh, well, no. Hers sat—once, that I recall—on the windowsill. The panes and the blinds, a woman in a gown. A geometry of nuptial detail. Which does put it grandly. My wife kept the knife box. Caskets are also used for jewels—is this not pleasant to remember? Spinsters hung theirs on nails—though spikes were more common, I take it. The wall is white, the table blue, the door as clean as a hatchet. To claim an old phrase. Set yours in the drawer, please, or beneath the bedsheet. Wear the ashes, in the manner of a widow. Say the name. In certain histories of ritual, romantic tales are nailed to caskets in the square. The wife burns the husband’s clothing. The husband stands at the end of the corridor, on every floor. We do embrace our examples, sometimes, with undue devotion. The town—it had been founded by a benedict. Commencing with burnt posts on a lawn. Our house was quite plain, I am afraid. Pause here, at the door. Present yourself at the window, as she had, and now remove yourself from view.

>> No.10638006

>>10637965
you know we only lewd the grills who don't have good thoughts. we never lewded carli, and it took us years to get butters to post a pic with clothed tits or feet. you're just worried she'll get lewded because she's as dumb and less honest than onti.

to be honest, being as deceptive as she is, i'm pretty sure i don't want to see her tits because they're probably manboobs from susan's place. onti at least was attempting to reveal herself with pseudness not cloak herself further in it.

>> No.10638012

>>10637989
>this whole post
You can join her on >>>/tv/ or /soc/ or whereever reeeee e

>> No.10638023

>>10638006
>yfw OP is probably onti after "reading" a couple extra macros

>> No.10638026

Why do girls no matter how 'alt' or non-normie they are always post photos of them themselves online? The internet is like the perfect outlet for female narcissism.

>> No.10638027

>>10636503
You are the Pessoa-anon, aren't you?

>> No.10638034

>>10637481
Doubt towards what? That you can't concentrate on a coherent point?

>> No.10638044

>>10638027
Don't insult a living /lit/ legend like that

>> No.10638045

>>10636503
Fuck, I just went to sleep for a few hours and missed the chance of talking to my waifu. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

>> No.10638052

>>10637928
I usually compose pieces for piano, flute, and oscillators in free, duple, or triple time signatures…I love textural density unfurled by prolonged release, stochastic composition methods, schubert's scherzi and brahms's intermezzi, and allowance for flexibility or melisma on behalf of performers

>> No.10638054

>>10638045
She's been posting for hours, don't worry, anon. You're a match made in heaven. Please buy her a kitchen.

>> No.10638057

>>10636508
fpbp

>> No.10638061

>>10638012
oh sorry anon

>> No.10638073

>>10638006
>to be honest, being as deceptive as she is, i'm pretty sure i don't want to see her tits because they're probably manboobs from susan's place.
it does have a whiff of sonichu about it

>> No.10638105

>>10636503
bob and vagene

>> No.10638106
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10638106

>>10637525
Holy fucking Jesus I died.

>>10636503
Jesus Christ, have you taken your doctor's degree on the Oswald University of Purple Proseness?
Like, I get it. It's your way to write, fair enough, but gee op, try to keep simple sometimes, because a unecessary way to write can also affect your work negatively.

>> No.10638112

i am upset

>> No.10638142

>>10638034
Yea

>> No.10638151

>>10638106
does spengler have purple prose? might have to check him out

>> No.10638159 [DELETED] 

>>10636864
>Raven
>>>/mu/classical

>> No.10638165

>>10638034
That you use energy to conceptualize the given statement and via that successful conceptualizing you feel you understand, that creates the synapse in your brain that is the reward of understanding which only functions when things *click.* Doubt works only when we don't understand something or suspend our understanding/belief, this tricks your brain, it's why propaganda works, also OP is a bad writer. The reason this sounds profound, is because its metaphorically coherent but abstract enough to seem valid.
To illustrate a better job of this, I'll explain the above as OP would:
it's within me this creature of vivacity that dwells in itself in vaugness and enraptures itself onto the flesh of congecny that it borrows from others via the means of metaphorical elaboration

>> No.10638174

>>10638151
Decline of the West is one of the most purple prosed stuff I ever came across.
People complain about Hegel, they are liers, Hegel is fucking easy.
I dont know wet who has the worst purple prose: Oswald or Kant.

>> No.10638185

What do you think of Ezra Pound? Don't tell me you've read Ulysses without having read the Cantos!

>> No.10638186

I've been reading her blog and I think I'm in love, bros.

>> No.10638195

>>10638165
So? Why am I not allowed to do this?

>> No.10638199

>>10638165
To be clear, this, the above demonstrated, form of genius is one from a girl that's figured out how to create love in someone's eyes. It comes from a loveless upbringing and is manipulation at its core.
Imagine creating a star shape, each of those points create imagined vectors to get to its center. It uses the waverings in words to trick your mind to MOVING its understanding to the thing that's metaphored, and if the metaphor is large enough the entire image/star is a singular vector that you think points to the girl, but is something you know yourself. The vehicles for that are as follows: wonder, rage, plane lust, confusion, and insecurity from the aforementioned.
The post that she talks about not wanting to hurt anyone is the most fundamental of that principals.
Lemmings, the lot of you.
To further illustrate: The picture immediately forces us to rotate and obv she's not v pretty (a 4, if I'm being nice), but we see the word fuk, so a sexualization is rewarding her effort. The depressing part is she doesn't know she's doing it, she had a loveless single mother who only loved her for her art.

Next.

>> No.10638209

>>10638195
You totally are, friend. It's like advertising, drugs, or junk food, things that require your attention are often trash for you

>> No.10638219

>>10638209
Drugs, advertising and junk food never hold my intention tho.

>> No.10638227

>>10638219
Believing you're above humans weaknesses is very dangerous. Don't.
For reference, I dated a girl like this for two years, only she was prettier and smarter.

>> No.10638232

>>10638227
Thats not I was implying.

>> No.10638233

>>10638199
are you talking about the stories we are discussing, or the OP? If the latter, there's no genius in being a girl with a thesaurus. If you feel any love, it's because you're lonely.

are you ok?

>> No.10638234

>>10638199
I am sorry.

>> No.10638236
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10638236

Kennedi > Angelica

>> No.10638247

>>10638165
I only read the curtains one, and I thought it painted a nice picture of what schizophrenia might feel like. I didn't think there was any particular concept being brought forward.

I think your criticism is more relevant to the OP rather than the person posting stories to disturb her

>> No.10638249

>>10638236
>that kerning
>that disregard with regard for memes
>sensible shoes
already more gay and lovely than OP, what else you got of her?

>> No.10638255

>>10638247
>I thought it painted a nice picture of what schizophrenia might feel like.
It paints a picture of what tumblrschizophrenia might look like. It's close to tumblrdepression.

>> No.10638256

>>10638233
>tfw you realize girls remember everything as they are one with the feminem nature, and retain information in a state of fluidity

>> No.10638260

>>10638236
Kennedi is cute and nice and you can actually understand what she's saying, but she has a boyfriend who's like ten years older than her. As far as we know Angelica may be pure. So until further proof of the contrary, Angelica > Kenn.

>> No.10638264

>>10638260
>Kennedi is cute and nice and you can actually understand what she's saying, but she has a boyfriend who's like ten years older than her. As far as we know Angelica may be pure
Angelica is trying to whore herself on 4chan, we know she's not pure. She's just wondering why nobody bothered to unpure her again.

>> No.10638263

>>10638255
You retard OP posted those stories, desu im think you might be OP

>> No.10638265

>>10638256
>retain information in a state of fluidity
haha wow girls are human?!

>> No.10638267

>>10638263
>when OP posts a story only I can have read and formed an opinion on it
>that's why you must be OP
I think you're closer to real schizophrenia than the story.

>> No.10638269

>>10638232
Is English your first language?
>>10638233
No.
>>10638234
No you're not.
1) "I'm sorry."* If you were truly sorry you'd realize your language itself is the flaw.
2) You're using people's emotions to disassociate them with themselves and to create that feeling of disassociation as a fantasy, then using the other you're conjuring up as a vantage point to view you at, imbued with fantasy. This vantage point is others' imagination and it's the same mechanism that makes these guys want to date you. I hope my words stay with you longer than your belief in them.
3) Get the fuck off my board.

>> No.10638274

>>10638260
She talks about her bf on her tumblr Oinopa.tumblr.com

The only pure /lit/ waifu was Carli

>> No.10638277

>>10638274
katie was untouched and butters a lesbinim when we found them.

>> No.10638280

>>10638174
oh anon thats not really purple thats opaque

>> No.10638284

>>10638277
Katie was like in her mid 20's and she looks terrible now, I doubt she was untouched

>> No.10638285

>>10638280
Kant's purpleness is explicitly to make it transparent not opaque.

>> No.10638287

>>10638199
oh stop it
>>10638234
you to

>> No.10638288

>>10638284
she got married after we confessed our love for her, that's why she doesn't sound like a virgin after her comeback

>> No.10638292

>>10638267
>>10638269
Im just really stone rn

>> No.10638293

>>10638274
Fucking hell. How come all these girls have boyfriends? They can be complete weirdos and yet they are still better adjusted to society than me. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!!!!!

>> No.10638295

>>10638285
absolutely not the entire point of purple prose is superfluous aesthetic

>> No.10638299

>>10638269
I don't quite disagree with you but she really hasn't done much other than show she's a girl to attract these lonely people

>> No.10638302

>>10638295
No, the entire point of his argument against Hume's style was that its superfluous aesthetic was opaque and misguiding people by playing with sentiment and rhetoric. Literally, read Kant.

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>>10638249

>> No.10638309

>>10638302
motherfucker i have you just dont know what purple prose is supposed to mean

>> No.10638312

>>10638293
Inherent female value no matter how strange socially they are. Go on r/aspergirls and they all mention their husbands and boyfriends then go on r/aspergers and read about the 50 year old virgins

>> No.10638313

>>10638293
oh and the worst part is they are never as weird or interesting as they are... it is cruel

>> No.10638320

>>10638309
Overly elaborate (and Kant does like to elaborate) prose is purple. You've moved from needed to read Kant to needing to read a dictionary.

>> No.10638328

>>10638299
I'm pointing it out, because she doesn't realize every male that loves her in her life will be caught in a web of discontent. It's the fantasy that DFW and great authors want, to be totally trapped in a vector to identity, their every noticing eliciting desire, and weaving this web is something that happens to smart girls with bad lives. The only thing that anchors the web is pity. I'm also pissed at my ex for being this way and my emotions basically were fucked for two years

>> No.10638329

>>10638313
adding on that means and this is usually the case that their boyfriends dont like them because they are odd they like them in spite of it and when that oddity becomes the totality of her personality like any of the few girls i thought special then their partner is dating her in spite of her personality- for her body- and you know that makes me feel really bad because i have the exact opposite predilection but what can be done

>> No.10638338

>>10638264
I created the original post in this thread as an attempt to elucidate my writing process in light of past threads which posed paltry assumptions regarding my behavior which I construed as incomplete assessments, but I should not have bothered because warping is inevitable and vindication will never be seamless on any medium of communication, though imageboards are especially susceptible to turbulent readings influenced by opaque personalization of posters. I am sorry because I enabled this thread to progress to a preventable point of banality and absent direction by creating it. I should have upheld a better conscience in expectation of responses from users who possess limited access to aspects of my behavior or output by which I might be judged, and refrained from impulsively exposing myself.

>> No.10638343

>>10638320
no its defined by ornate poetic flowerly aesthetic- style over substance
simply being elaborate is not purple prose and i would bet the majority would agree with that because it is intuitive

>> No.10638345

>>10638329
You sound a bit faggy but I feel for you, anon. I think we should just kill ourselves. Fuck this gay earth.

>> No.10638348

>>10638338
stop it those kind of posters will say that about literally anyone without a y chromosome

>> No.10638349

>>10638328
Almost all of what you say and have experienced is projection, your ex was just trying to survive and you're obviously attracted to trash

>> No.10638350

>>10638343
>simply being elaborate
Do you know what
>Overly
means?

>> No.10638354

>>10638345
oh am i faggy thats a shame i just talk how i think and that is usually a bad idea but anonymity prevents any repurcussion

>> No.10638355

>>10638338
>other people should have the same opinion of me as me
If you were male people would call you a narcissist. Since you're female, that's normal.

>> No.10638356

>>10638302
>sentiment and rhetoric are bad because i have autism

>> No.10638363

>>10638338
you have a hyperinflated sense of self worth and probably a couple delusions of grandeur, you type like someone whos been awake 3 days on vyvanse and is convinced they're god

>> No.10638364

>>10638338
Why do you care about what people think of you?

Do you have any goals towards some sort of glory in your life, or are you too insecure to answer this question?

>> No.10638370

>>10638350
simply being overly elaborate is not purple prose-
that help?

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>>10638309
It means the prose is purple, you fucking colorblind or something?

>> No.10638373

>>10638363
this desu

>> No.10638375

>>10638313
>>10638329
Yeah, man. Why Chads have to go for the autistic girls too? Greedy bastards. Roasties are not enough for them?

>> No.10638378

>>10638364
>Do you have any goals towards some sort of glory in your life
/pol/ spotted
one day you will realize how childish that is

>> No.10638392

>>10638338
>I created the original post in this thread as an attempt to elucidate my writing process
I created this thread in an attempt to elucidate my writing process
> in light of past threads which posed paltry assumptions regarding my behavior which I construed as incomplete assessments
Entire second half is redundant
>but I should not have bothered because warping is inevitable and vindication will never be seamless on any medium of communication
Conflating vindication and elaboration is trash, also seamless vindication? lol
>though imageboards are especially susceptible to turbulent readings influenced by opaque personalization of posters.
Opaque doesn't work here
>I am sorry because I enabled this thread to progress to a preventable point of banality and absent direction by creating it.
Redundant again
>I should have upheld a better conscience in expectation of responses from users who possess limited access to aspects of my behavior or output by which I might be judged, and refrained from impulsively exposing myself.
You should've been more conscience, better is incorrect
Outputs=behaviors, redundant
Exposing, by your original presumptions, would be immaterial because it's an inaccurate view
wtf kinda writing process

>> No.10638401

>>10638349
I am obviously projecting on OP. That's true, but I may begrudge a starving thief as a baker
I couldn't agree more

>> No.10638402

>>10638356
>Hume's empiricism is workable
Good luck with that.

>> No.10638406

>>10638370
>simply being overly elaborate is not purple prose-
Tell the lexicographers and they'll make you a whole new dictionary, promise.

>> No.10638413

>>10638349
Elaborate on projection, I'm curious

>> No.10638415

>>10638375
I can't blame them to be honest. If I were a Chad I would do every cute girl I could.

>> No.10638426

>>10638406
i know better than you

>> No.10638427

>>10638338
Do you believe in neurodiversity Oinopa? Or do you believe in eugenics for things like autism and down's syndrome, if a genetic marker could be distinguished? Or possibly a cure for autism, though that seems highly unlikely

>> No.10638433

>>10638426
And yet everyone else takes the word of the dictionary men.

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>>10636503
Don't worry OP, misery loves company.

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10638445

Whos a better writer, Oinpa or Nigger-man?

>> No.10638458

>>10637142
Look she couldn't adequately respond to this.

>> No.10638462

Hey oinpa I love you would you kiss me on the lips? Im not a very good kisser so it may be kinda awkward but I promise you Ill cherish the moment forever even if you leave me (because I wouldnt leave you therefore the only way of us being apart is you leaving me) haha

>> No.10638464

>>10638445
Unironically the nigger poster

>> No.10638467

>>10638445
C'mon, even Twiggy's better than OP, and nobody likes Twiggy. Don't throw her into a fight where she's so beyond her depth we'd need James Cameron to resurface her.

>> No.10638471

>>10638378
I never said I wanted glory, I was asking the OP

dingus

>> No.10638487

oh this was a fun thread
thanks for letting us mess around mod

>> No.10638490

>>10638355
That's not what I am trying to communicate at all: inadequate access to information about a person and their output can encourage intuitive assessments that are incompletely founded, which is a dynamic that is unavoidable yet I believe that inconsistencies thereby compounded can be offset if a concentrated effort is made to directly interact with a person and bridge gaps in understanding, though that approach is often impractical and exhaustive, or deemed superfluous while reading texts that are isolated from an author by method of sharing or decontextualization. I do not want others to parrot my perception of self, and solely seek to encourage divergent readings that uphold empathy concerning variable standards for personal output.

>> No.10638506

>>10638490
>but if the world had perfect knowledge of me they'd see I'm not a narcissist and really just as great as I, and they should, think
It'll really be fine, your husband will tell you you're exactly like whichever bit of fluff you choose to align yourself with that week and that'll be fine too.

>> No.10638519

>>10638506
Whew

>> No.10638521

>>10638413
I imagine that all the talk of vectors is purely in his mind and not either girl, even as abstractions. Someone hurting you doesn't strictly make them consipiratorial or capable. I say this because the accusations seem particularly specific and probably onlu fully comprehensible to the guy that wrote them

>> No.10638523
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10638523

Is she so wrong to play the Lacan Card?

>> No.10638530

>>10638413
>>10638521
Not him, but if he's using projection in the Freudian sense, then he just meant that anon who loves manipulative girls is probably the son of a manipulative mother, and trying to repair that relationship with a proxy.

>> No.10638531

>>10638523
kek, she's don't exist for lacan. so yes.

>> No.10638552

>>10638506
YES queen

>> No.10638554

>>10638530
No, I simply meant that any conceit he was accusing of her seems to be solely his invention.

Although your interpretation could be an elaboration on him being attracted to shit

>> No.10638563

>>10638554
>No, I simply meant that any conceit he was accusing of her seems to be solely his invention.
Which would be irrelevant to the post you're responding to which was about projection, and probably was an elaboration on him being attracted to shit, since the chain was about him being attracted to shit.
Your idea seems more defensive than his and to bring in a lot of assumptions which don't reference the main weight of the subthread apart from to dismiss relationships as mutual (i.e. it must be him and his relationships have only a basis in him, rather than it must be both of them and his partners are chosen to complement the relationship rather than at random) That seems unlikely, and if he felt attraction to OP, it was probably what attracted him to the others (a desire to fix a broken relationship with a repetition of it.)

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>>10636503
a-are there more pictures of you ?
sorry youre just really pretty i mean it okay and you dont see that often i mean that special kind of beauty that comes from the eyes not the contours of a face i mean its the general countenance you know does that make sense oh thats not weird to say is it? i should stop

>> No.10638583

>>10638402
Hume's empiricism is a parody. Good job, you haven't read any philosophy.

>> No.10638599

>>10638583
He's talking about Kant's explication of Hume's rhetoric in relation to empiricism. Are you the anon who hadn't read Kant, or a different anon who hasn't read Kant? It's his dogmatic slumber's section if you're looking for it.

>> No.10638851

>>10638599
Oh look, still nothing. Typical traditionalist. Indeed you are in a dogmatic slumber.

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>>10636503

Just got back from sleeping, thread is gold. Are you still there oinopa?

>> No.10638952

>>10638851
m8, you could have easily checked that one of Kant's most famous passages is in the Prolegomena by just googling the phrase "dogmatic slumber" and have seen what that anon was talking about with Hume. It's not even the only place he brings it up, it's just the most famous.
>traditionalist
I'm sure you thought this was an apt insult for some reason, but to most traditionalists, it's praise, and to most non-traditionalists, the question of why you're so butthurt about tradition saying differently would raise its head.

>> No.10639035

>>10638338
you're hole, bisch! only question anons have is, are you pure or not? all you deep thinking doesn't really matter, and you know it. this is the form of existance that was granted to you. now show skin...

>> No.10639045

>all of these brainlet small dicked cucks intimidated by a female that is smarter than them

/lit/ finally exposed.

>> No.10639062

>>10639045
that you, onti?

>> No.10639200

>>10638293
The age of fuck dolls has finally come, and flesh holes will as they have lived, in vain.

>> No.10639219

>>10638952
I'm aware, ESL-kun. Stop pretending that you aren't 15.

>> No.10639239

>>10639219
>I'll pretend the reason I couldn't place a common point on Kant is the other guy knows more languages than me
>that'll make my opponent seem like they're 15 not me
Uh-huh.

>> No.10639311

toasting in epic bread

>> No.10639569

>>10638563
I'm not attracted to OP. I learn from my mistakes :)